The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of Shakespear's plays. A letter to William Gifford, esqJ. M. Dent & Company, 1902 |
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Pàgina ix
... Grace Loftus , the Wisbech yeoman's daughter , in 1766 ; and in 1778 ( he being much older than she ) , the last of their children , their son William , was born to them at Maidstone . Five years later this son accompanied his parents ...
... Grace Loftus , the Wisbech yeoman's daughter , in 1766 ; and in 1778 ( he being much older than she ) , the last of their children , their son William , was born to them at Maidstone . Five years later this son accompanied his parents ...
Pàgina xxiv
... Grace , which appeared in The National Observer ; and the night that that was written , I sent the writer back to Hazlitt's Cavanagh , and said to him count . On the whole the Dr. Grace is the better of the two . But it has scarce the ...
... Grace , which appeared in The National Observer ; and the night that that was written , I sent the writer back to Hazlitt's Cavanagh , and said to him count . On the whole the Dr. Grace is the better of the two . But it has scarce the ...
Pàgina 18
... grace- ful in the manner in which a plant or tree puts forth its branches ; the motion with which they bend and tremble in the evening breeze is soft and lovely ; there is music in the babbling of a brook ; the view from the top of a ...
... grace- ful in the manner in which a plant or tree puts forth its branches ; the motion with which they bend and tremble in the evening breeze is soft and lovely ; there is music in the babbling of a brook ; the view from the top of a ...
Pàgina 38
... Not of the prime , yet such as in his face Youth smiled celestial , and to every limb Suitable grace diffus'd , so well he feign'd : Under a coronet his flowing hair In curls on either cheek play'd ; wings he wore 38 THE ROUND TABLE.
... Not of the prime , yet such as in his face Youth smiled celestial , and to every limb Suitable grace diffus'd , so well he feign'd : Under a coronet his flowing hair In curls on either cheek play'd ; wings he wore 38 THE ROUND TABLE.
Pàgina 45
... Grace in women has more effect than beauty . We sometimes see a certain fine self - possession , an habitual voluptuousness of char- acter , which reposes on its own sensations , and derives pleasure from all around it , that is more ...
... Grace in women has more effect than beauty . We sometimes see a certain fine self - possession , an habitual voluptuousness of char- acter , which reposes on its own sensations , and derives pleasure from all around it , that is more ...
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The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of ... William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1902 |
The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of ... William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1902 |
The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of ... William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1902 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
actor admiration affections answer Antony Apemantus appears beauty Beggar's Opera better Cæsar Caliban character circumstances comedy common contempt Coriolanus criticism CYMBELINE death delight Desdemona doth dream English equal Essays excited expression eyes Falstaff fame fancy fear feeling friends genius give grace habit Hamlet hath Hazlitt heart heaven Henry honour human Iago idea imagination indifference interest Julius Cæsar king lady Lear Leigh Hunt live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Malvolio manner means Midsummer Night's Dream Milton mind moral nature never objects opinion Othello painted painter Paradise Lost passage passion persons picture play pleasure poet poetry Prince principle reason refinement Regan Richard Richard II Round Table scene seems sense sentiment Shakespear shew soul speak spirit style sweet sympathy taste Tatler thee thing thought tion Titian true truth whole William Hazlitt words Wordsworth writer
Passatges populars
Pàgina 282 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Pàgina 223 - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
Pàgina 302 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pàgina 29 - Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ! And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth...
Pàgina 2 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Pàgina 186 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Pàgina 164 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Pàgina 29 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Pàgina 184 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Pàgina 282 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...